Cathance River by Jeffrey Bowen

Let me walk you down to the murmuring brook

That seasons will turn into a river.

I will put my arm around the shoulders of your soul, 

And together we can sense the wonder around us.

As we listen to the sounds of peace, 

We will share a dream world where 

Colors paint the water green and iron orange.

Far beyond the distant sound of highways, 

Way below the lazy props of planes, 

We will step on sleeping leaves

In the dappling sunlight, 

And breathe the air left sweet

By the lingering smell of moss. 

Together we will climb the banks

And disappear into the woods.

(July 2022, Topham, Maine)